Laughing in my Sleep

I am: Happy to be home!!!!!

What's the anime freak listening to now? As Long as You're Mine from Wicked the Musical

Dream Diary: Oh, where do I even begin today? I took an escalator at the mall, a down one, and got stuck on the up escalator across from it. At the top I just flipped around and came back down. or something really wierd like that. Then we were kinda snooping through the mall at night, when it was dark and the storefronts were barred. We finally made it outside, and then there was this Joker-like voice coming from somewhere telling us to get in this nearby fighter plane and run through the mall in it, shooting everything and breaking windows. We never got the thing off the ground, but we still smashed some stuff up with it.

A little note: I always refer to "us" and "we" in my dreams. I'm seldom alone in them. I'm usually with my Venturing crew, my cousins, a class from school that I really bonded with, etc. That, or it's just me and one other--Aenso, the love interest in my book. (Don't get dirty ideas.)

I'd like to share this today. It's a great bit of advice for aspiring writers like myself.

Dream Number Two: Book Two!!

I am: itching to write!

What's the anime freak listening to now? Pocket Full of Sunshine by Natasha Bedingfield

Dream Diary: None that I can remember. Just a freaky midnight encounter with a closet and twenty coats billowing out of it like a serial killer.

I'm wanting to write so much today! So here's just a little book two teaser:

Apparently, Miradellian Princesses can't have normal bodies. They have to be fit. They have to be small and agile for convenience's sake--really, combat's sake. This explains my thorough petite-ification, literally from head to toe. This explains why I scared myself losing track of time for nearly an hour out running yesterday, stopping only when the cold felt like a flaming sword in my throat.

And have to symbolize majesty, which supposedly explains why my hair suddenly puts the best conditioner in the store to crimson ignominy. (There's another thing that's been majorly annoying, English homework.)

And I still proudly to not wear the American Anorexia Physique. No, I look a little more along the lines of . . . an anime girl. Which I really wouldn't mind . . .

. . . . if all the freaking mouth-breathing otakus in the anime club would start queuing up in the manga library line to check out the books, the way they used to--NOT the librarian!!!!!

One-Day Intern

I am: At my Uncle Ed-itor's house in Texas.

What's the anime freak listening to now? Megumeru, the Clannad opening theme.

Dream Diary: Agents. And something else I can't remember. I think it had to do with prairie dogs.

The prairie dog thing would be from talking with an editor I interned with for one day at Boy's Life Magazine. She was telling me how she looked up prairie dogs online one time, and she found this site that had been poorly translated: "Piece of prairie dog has napkin party!"

It was interesting seeing how magazines operate--which parts are creative and which arent. I did a lot of fact-checking for them. Emails, phone calls, websites.

I never want to go into journalism.

Dream Number One: Publication

I am: READY TO GO HOME!

What's the anime freak listening to now? Whispers in the Dark by Skillet

Dream Diary: "We" were in a house in a valley that was attacked by something that resembled a cross between a tornado and a dragon. A character that resembled a clown in a blue bodycast hid with us after our planes crashed into the mountain when we attempted to fight it.


So, to introduce myself (if the dream diary entry didn't scare you off already):

The first thing you should know is, I'm a writer. I'm trying to get published.

The catch is, I'm seventeen.

I finished the book at fifteen, and I've been editing and researching since. I hope to send my first batch of queries at the beginning of September. (August is a vacation month for literary agents.)

I attended the Southeastern Writer's Conference this summer, and the first chapter of my book won 2nd play for the SWA Juvenile Fiction Award and placed third for the M. L. Brown Award for Young Adult Literature.

Also, this summer, a certified individual has informed me that I have "a genius level of verbal ability."

You may have the next Amelia Atwater-Rhodes or Christopher Paolini on your hands here. We'll have to wait and see. ^.^